I know I said in the previous chapter that I wasn't planning on writing more to it, but I decided that for me to get more reviews I probably will have to write more…that seems to work a lot—most of my fics that are one chapter don't get reviews, but as soon as I add a chapter they get at least one.
Basically these extra chapters will describe how the rest of the cast is dealing with Shuuichi's actions in the first.
Love is a Gun:
Chapter Two:
Five weeks passed, five weeks of getting used to not having the pink-haired singer around, five weeks of getting used to not having to hear about all the petty disagreements his friend had with his lover. Five weeks of tears, five weeks of anger…five weeks of questioning the unresponsive air why.
Five long, dreary weeks.
Hiro looked at the empty wall in the darkly shadowed room, shuddering as he listened to the music eerily playing from the stereo. A Bad Luck song—everyday since the incident the radio stations played Bad Luck's songs nonstop, magazines and the news couldn't stop printing and reporting stories and rumors about what happened. None of the media could leave anything well enough alone—ever single station had to capitalize on the story…why couldn't they just let it rest?
"Shuuichi…why did you do it? How could you? I…." Hiro felt tears fall down his cheeks, listening intently to the song playing on the stereo—one of their band's most recent songs—one that was supposed to be part of a new album they never finished recording.
'This song…these lyrics….' Hiro shuddered as he picked apart the lyrics, realizing then how sad and depressing they were…a chill passed through him as he listened. 'These lyrics…they were about your pain, weren't they? Why didn't I notice? Why didn't I realize what you were planning?'
"Why did you leave, Shuu? And why did you have to take him with you?" With cheeks wet with tears he glowered. "If he was still here I could kill him myself for hurting you…for driving you to that point…why did you have to deprive me of that comfort? I have nothing to focus on…who am I to blame?" He focused back on the song playing on the stereo:
When did you leave? No, you were never around.
Every time I needed your arms to hold me tight,
You could not be found.
Every time I needed your voice to say it's all right
You turned away
Without a sound.
Un-break this heart you left torn and asunder,
Undo the pain you caused;
You caused me to lose myself,
To hurt in sweet surrender
In your arms.
Heal, please heal these wounds you've inflicted
With each bitter word you had to say
Please cure; cure this sickness you left each time
You walked away.
Each time you left me
Korosu suki e.
Every time I needed your arms
You could not be found,
Just the gleam of the knife;
Every time I needed your voice
You turned away without a sound,
And walked out of my life.
And every time I asked you to stay
You left me
Korosu Suki e.
A/N: End chapter: The song belongs to me, and is called Korosu Suki e—which is probably not grammatically correct in Japanese but basically means 'to the love that kills'